Fragments of Noir

Saturday, 23 January 2016

Didn't nobody seem to know me

Everybody pass me by

Mmm. the sun goin down boy

Dark gon' catch me here

Crossroads Blues

(Johnson)

Robert Johnson

1936

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Akira Hiramoto

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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